Wildcats Gettin Hot
(Chorus)
Wildcats gettin' hot, we ain't gonna stop,
Districts comin’ up, we gon’ make that drop,
Ballin’ hard, bitches, ain’t no time for fear,
Greenfield in the house, the champs are near!
(Verse 1)
Zero on the court, Andrew May's the spark,
5’8” with that fire, gonna light the dark,
Shootin’ threes like a beast, man, he don’t miss,
When he steps up, you know it's pure bliss.
Hudson McGuire, number one on the grind,
5’7” point guard, just watch him unwind,
Breaking ankles, got you fallin’ like a fool,
Gettin’ buckets every game, he’s the one that rules.
(Chorus)
Wildcats gettin' hot, we ain't gonna stop,
Districts comin’ up, we gon’ make that drop,
Ballin’ hard, bitches, ain’t no time for fear,
Greenfield in the house, the champs are near!
(Verse 2)
Owen Daniel, IQ player on that court,
5’8” forward, you know he’s the sort,
Making plays, got that vision that’s tight,
When he’s in the zone, we gon’ win this fight.
Drake Morrison, number five, shifty as hell,
5’7”, best shooter, shoot it like a spell,
Raining down threes, got the crowd in a frenzy,
When he gets hot, it’s lethal like a Benzie.
(Chorus)
Wildcats gettin' hot, we ain't gonna stop,
Districts comin’ up, we gon’ make that drop,
Ballin’ hard, bitches, ain’t no time for fear,
Greenfield in the house, the champs are near!
(Verse 3)
Austin Picket, number twelve, fast like a jet,
5’11” guard, no one’s placing a bet,
Defense so tight, man, he plays that role,
Never know when he’s hot, got that fire in his soul.
Nick Gossett, twenty-one, big and aggressive,
6’1” beast, man, he’s always progressive,
Getting buckets in the paint, he’s a menace,
When he’s on the prowl, fuckin' call a dentist!
(Chorus)
Wildcats gettin' hot, we ain't gonna stop,
Districts comin’ up, we gon’ make that drop,
Ballin’ hard, bitches, ain’t no time for fear,
Greenfield in the house, the champs are near!
(Verse 4)
Zack Boyd, fifty-five, tall but uncoordinated,
6’7”, somehow still gets celebrated,
Under the rim, he’s scoring like a champ,
Got us flexin’ hard, like we just won a stamp.
Devin Steely, twenty-three, scary yet soft,
Man, don’t get it twisted, he’ll blast you off,
When he gets rowdy, better watch your back,
Wildcats in the game, we’re ready to attack!
(Bridge)
Coach Bryce Turnbough, runnin' the show,
Makes ‘em run too much, but he’s cute though,
Assistant Mason Jones, talkin’ shit on the side,
Even when we winnin’, he’s full of that pride.
(Chorus)
Wildcats gettin' hot, we ain't gonna stop,
Districts comin’ up, we gon’ make that drop,
Ballin’ hard, bitches, ain’t no time for fear,
Greenfield in the house, the champs are near!
(Outro)
So watch out, world, we comin’ full throttle,
Wildcats heatin’ up, we poppin’ that bottle,
Districts on the line, we ready to roll,
State championship dreams, that’s our ultimate goal!
